Bridget Anderson - The Only One For Me

There’s no mistaking the real thing

Everything in Corra Coleman’s world is looking up since she agreed to run the gift shop at her family’s antebellum B and B. The job offers a fresh start after her unhappy marriage—and a tantalizing temptation in the form of tech millionaire Christopher Williams. Her brother’s high-school buddy has come home to their small Kentucky town and is now pursuing her with a passion she’s never known, but definitely reciprocates.

Though he grew up poor, Chris has realized his childhood ambition of becoming one of Danville’s wealthiest sons. As he restores the town’s oldest mansion, he already knows who he wants to share it with. Corra is all grown up—gorgeous, warmhearted and no longer off-limits. But with her newly returned ex trying to win her back, can Chris show her the way love’s truly supposed to be?

Corra took a bite of the cake and closed her eyes. When she licked the remaining icing from her lips, he wanted to reach over and help her out.

“Mmm, this is so good, and moist.” Then she took a sip of wine.

Chris did the same.

After a few minutes of talking and eating, he noticed chocolate on Corra’s lip.

He leaned closer to her. “You’ve got something right there,” he said, before licking the speck of chocolate from her bottom lip.

Corra smiled. “Did you really just do that? That was a movie move if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Not original enough for you, huh?”

She laughed. “Not quite. Why don’t you try something like this?” Corra leaned over and grabbed him by the collar. “Let’s see what your cake tastes like.”

The moment her mouth met his, warmth flooded his body and the desire to take her became an overpowering need. He wanted her closer.

Dear Reader,

Thank you so much for purchasing The Only One for Me, the second book in the Coleman House series. I hope you’ll enjoy reading Corra and Christopher’s story. Coleman House is a series near and dear to my heart. While riding through the countryside in Kentucky I saw this massive house that reminded me of Tara from Gone with the Wind. My curiosity about who lived there took over, and my own experience at a B and B fueled the rest. Running both an organic farm and a B and B is hard work. Nobody knows that better than the Colemans.

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Bridget Anderson

The Only One for Me

Bridget Anderson

www.millsandboon.co.uk

BRIDGET ANDERSONwrites provocative stories about smart women and the men they love. She has over nine published novels and two novellas to date. Her romance suspense novel Rendezvous was adapted into a made-for-television movie.

When Bridget’s not writing, she loves to travel. She’s fallen in love with Paris, France, and can’t wait to get back to Ghana, West Africa. She’s a native of Louisville, Kentucky, who currently resides north of metro Atlanta with her husband and a big dog that she swears is part human.

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Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Extract

Copyright

Chapter 1

Corra Coleman danced around her cozy kitchen preparing breakfast and lunch for her children, Jamie and Katie, while she kept a keen eye on the clock. A typical Wednesday morning at the Coleman household.

“Mom, I can’t find my charm bracelet,” Katie whined.

Corra finished stuffing their lunch boxes, and then pushed them to the end of the counter. “Honey, it’s not in your backpack?”

“No, that’s where I’m looking.” Katie stood up and turned her backpack upside down, spilling the contents onto the middle of the kitchen floor.

“Katie!” Corra barked.

“Mom, can I go back upstairs and get my baseball glove?” Jamie asked from his seat at the kitchen table.

“Have you finished your cereal?” Corra asked, as she hurried over to help Katie sort through her belongings on the floor.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay, but hurry. The school bus will be outside any minute now, and we’re already in trouble for holding up the bus.”

Jamie pushed his chair back and ran for the stairs.

“It’s not here.” Katie started to cry.

“Well, honey, maybe it’s in your room. Go on up and look for it real quick.” The bracelet was a birthday present from her uncle Rollin last year. The first day she wore it to school she aced her exam and was selected as the lead in her school play. Since then, she wore her lucky charm to school every day.

Katie took off running while Corra buckled her backpack. The way she calculated it she had about twenty seconds to sip some coffee before they came stampeding back down the stairs. She never had time to eat breakfast at home. She walked over to the back door and looked out. Between the houses in back of her she could see the school bus on the next block.

She grabbed the lunch boxes and Katie’s backpack and hurried to the front door. She glanced up the stairs on her way. “What are you two doing up there, the school bus is on the way.”

Ten-year-old Jamie took the stairs two at a time and practically crashed into Corra on his way out.

She hollered out the door. “If you don’t come home with that glove don’t come at all. I’m not buying another one.”

With his backpack on one shoulder, and his glove on one hand, Jamie threw up the other hand signifying he’d heard her.

The bus pulled to a screeching halt a few houses down. Corra turned around looking for Katie. “Katie, come on, the bus is here.”

“But Mom, I still can’t find my bracelet.”

From the bottom of the stairs Corra looked up at her baby who looked like someone had broken her heart. Oh man, he’s going to honk his horn, I know he is. Although her leg was nearly healed after being broken in an accident seven months ago, Corra still wasn’t up to jogging up the stairs. She’d just have to deal with the bus driver because she had to help her baby.

Once upstairs in Katie’s room, she started tossing clothes and covers around. “Where did you last see it?” she asked.